There is something about Ezekiel that hits a little different. Maybe it's the gray coming in around his face... or the way he doesn't ask for much. He doesn't jump all over you or demand attention. He just stands there, tail wagging softly, hoping you'll notice him. Several years of life... and somehow he still ended up alone, found out in the woods, worn down and tired. And now he's here-sitting in a kennel-waiting. But here's the part that matters: When you take him outside, he lights up. Give him a tennis ball, and for a moment... he's not a senior dog who's been through it all. He's just a dog again. Happy. Present. Alive.